Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 667 Dimensionality Reduction Strike

"My dad really said that?"

"Is it fun if I lie to you?"

In the storage room of the tavern, the door was closed tightly, and Shen Hongyi's long-gloomy heart finally welcomed the bright sunshine. However, in an instant, the girl frowned and looked quite uneasy again.

She raised her head and glanced at the man in front of her. If she didn't quite understand what love was before, now, she suddenly understood: she couldn't lose him.

This hard-won sunshine that pierced the gloom in her heart was obtained in exchange for "maybe losing each other."

"But the conditions my dad put forward are difficult to meet."

If a newspaper wants to publicly praise someone, it must be a human newspaper, praising an individual. In a similar situation, Shen Hongyi, who is not in the habit of reading newspapers every day, remembers that only three people have achieved this kind of achievement:

One is Comrade Lei, one is Comrade Jiao, and the other is Bu Xingsheng, who has become popular all over the country recently.

And these three people obviously have something in common, they are all people in the system.

Senior, what is his identity? Maybe his business is big enough, or maybe he has strong connections according to what Zhou Lan said, but judging from the overall atmosphere of the current society, it is not enough to make people sign up for this newspaper, which is of extremely special nature and status. Praise him.

Not to mention admitting that he was right about doing business.

There's a lot involved here.

Even though some educated young people and laid-off workers are now allowed to be self-employed, in fact, discussions and turmoil on the topic of "whether private individuals can do business" have never stopped over the years.

And seniors are still highly educated talents.

Once the People's Daily affirms his "deeds", what will be the consequences?

The more he thought about it, the more Shen Hongyi felt that this matter... was actually very difficult to achieve. The heart that had just gained a moment of light became gloomy again and became even colder.

"It's certainly difficult, but not impossible."

When Father Shen mentioned this matter, Li Jiankun had thought in his mind that if it were put now, it would really be impossible to do. At most, with some manipulation, the newspapers could praise Huadian Factory and mention it incidentally, as before.

But Father Shen will definitely not be satisfied.

After this year, after the first southern tour, there will be an opportunity. And as time goes by, hope will grow.

He had three years.

He did not believe that the three-year plan could not be achieved.

He has a plan in mind and will use two years to implement it according to normal channels. If not, he will do whatever it takes in his final year.

"Really?" Shen Hongyi was doubtful.

Li Jiankun held her little head and held her in his arms. "I won't make fun of our love or future happiness."

Shen Hongyi's anxious heart gradually calmed down...

'When has he ever let himself down? 'she thinks.

She felt that she was really useless in this matter. Apart from trusting him without reservation, she couldn't think of anything else to do.

Li Jiankun stroked her little head and said, "When you recover from your injury, you can go to work at the Beijing Daily. Your father will not stop you."

"Thank you."

Li Jiankun lowered his head and kissed her fair and smooth forehead. "Don't say that word to me again."

Shen Hongyi hummed softly, her heart full of sweetness.
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On the evening when Lin Jingmin came to visit, coincidentally, in Li's house in Niangniangmiao Hutong, in a stove made of red bricks and yellow mud in the corner of the courtyard, a bonfire was blazing, and a roasted whole lamb was slowly turning manually on it. It is moist, sizzling, oily, and golden in color.

The rich aroma floats along the Niangniang Temple alley and onto the back road outside.

Wang Shanhe was quite embarrassed. "Old Lin, it's not that I don't call you "豼". You said it yourself last time. From now on, we young people should stop calling you when we drink."

Lin Jingmin is a drunkard and never drinks alcohol himself.

"Don't call me if I ask you to drink, and don't call me if I don't let you eat meat!"

Wang Shanhe smiled: "My fault, my fault."

After all, Lin Jingmin was much older than the rest of their group. Putting aside work matters, there was indeed a certain gap between them in private.

Tonight, in addition to the original team members who set up the stove last time, Jin Biao and Chen Yajun also called the Fugui brothers. The latter two were not that familiar with the big guys, so they took this opportunity to connect and bond.

As for Li Jiankun, he has no time to discuss such things as eating, drinking and having fun. Half of his thoughts are on Miss Shen and the other half on his career——

The research and development of third-generation lithography machines has encountered a bottleneck. If he was not accompanying Miss Shen, he would spend most of his time in the Zhongguancun Science and Technology Building, discussing countermeasures with Chen Chunxian.

Fortunately, I found a solution to the problem, but it still needs to be verified and tried.

Seeing Lin Jingmin coming uninvited, Li Jiankun already made some assumptions. He stood up from the horse with a bottle of ice-cold Yanjing beer and motioned Lin Jingmin to a less noisy place on the side of the courtyard.

"Did Xinjia call?"

"Ah."

"How to say?"

"The Shanghai Post and Telecommunications Bureau is indeed interested in pagers. They have even set up a company called 'Shanghai Post and Telecommunications Development Services Corporation' to develop the pager business. Isn't the National Games opening soon? They plan to give them to them during the Games. The staff are equipped with pagers to facilitate their work and improve work efficiency. Obviously they want to create a wave of publicity..."

Li Jiankun’s eyes are bright and history will not deceive me.

Lin Jingmin suddenly changed the topic: "But someone got there first. There is a Hong Kong businessman over there, and now he is also selling pagers to them." This is not surprising to Li Jiankun. BB phones entered the mainland during this time in the previous life. There must be someone. Wasn't it introduced?

"Our products are definitely better than theirs and we are not afraid of competition. What does Xinjia say?"

"It's not easy to do. Firstly, he doesn't have a product at the moment, so his words alone are not very convincing. Secondly, the Hong Kong businessman has a pretty good relationship with the Post and Telecommunications Bureau and the organizing committee."

“No matter how good the relationship is, the product should speak for itself.”

Li Jiankun thought about it and said: "In this case, you go back and call Xinjia later and ask him to go back to Hong Kong City immediately. The mold opening is not that complicated. The people there promised me that it will be completed this month. The finished product must be out now, you ask him to bring samples, and then bring Ding Lun over, I will go to Shanghai in two days to meet them."

"it is good."

Not long after, the whole lamb was roasted in the oven, and everyone feasted on the Yanjing beer brewed by Jingshui. Li Jiankun gave Miss Shen a platter of various parts that had not been sprinkled with chili powder.

The taste was obviously very good, and Miss Shen started sucking her fingers while eating.

When Shen Hongyi saw him sitting next to him and just drinking beer, she picked up a piece of mutton leg meat with her little hands, looked around, took advantage of him, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth. Li Jiankun almost choked when he didn't react.

After enjoying the feeding, Li Jiankun hesitated and said, "I'm leaving in two days."

Shen Hongyi's little hand grasping the meat paused, lowered her head and said softly: "Oh."

"Brother Kun, do you want to go back to the special zone?" Chen Yajun, who has sharp ears, heard.

"You and A Biao should go back first. I'll take Fugui to Shanghai."

Jin Biao grabbed a mutton chop with one hand and turned to Chen Yajun and said: "What special zone are you going back to? Book a ticket tomorrow and go to the Northeast!"

Last time because I was going to Hong Kong City, I gave up my corn business in the middle of the corn business, so I had to hurry up and get back on track. The two of them calculated that regardless of the small corn, they were very profitable, enough to double their wealth several times. They agreed that after making a lot of money, they would go to Hong Kong City to enjoy life without Jiankun...

That night, Shen Hongyi stayed until almost nine o'clock before leaving with Xu Tao.

In the past, she didn't complain that her seniors were pursuing careers and had little time to spend with her, but now she can't even do that. She knows that today's seniors are pursuing not only careers, but also their futures. She could only stay with him for a while when she had the chance.

Two days later, Li Jiankun boarded the express train bound for Shanghai.

Another day, he and his wealthy brothers came to this legendary land.

After coming out of the train station, the Fugui brothers just felt that their eyes were not full. This city is as mottled and rich in history as the capital. The difference is that the capital has an ancient Chinese style, while here is filled with a strong foreign flavor. Son.

The three of them, Li Jiankun and others, dress in Hong Kong-style casual attire, which is not considered unusual here. Many people on the street dress like this. In terms of fashion, this place is slightly better than Yangcheng.

From time to time, Wu Nong's soft words from the Magic City girl came to my ears. Although they were cooing, they were still pleasant to hear.

The three of them got into a sky-blue Shanghai taxi at the edge of the square outside the train station and went straight to the Jinjiang Hotel on Maoming Road in the city center.

Lin Xinjia has booked a room here.

Li Jiankun originally thought that he and Ding Lun were not so fast, but he did not expect that the two arrived last night.

On the eighth floor of Jinjiang Hotel, Lin Xinjia opened two standard rooms and a double room.

Now, all five people were gathered in Li Jiankun's big bed room. The red-lacquered solid wood door was closed. Ding Lun carried a black handbag to the rectangular red-lacquered wooden coffee table by the window.

Li Jiankun smiled and rubbed his hands, a little impatient. Although the design drawing of the mold shape of the BB machine was made by him, he knew exactly what it would look like.

"Mr. Liu said that the specific size is slightly larger than the design drawing you gave her, because the internal structure determines the size of the shell." Ding Lun explained as he took out a black object half the size of an adult man's hand from the bag and handed it to Li Jiankun On hand.

The wealthy brothers stood on tiptoes and looked at each other:

This thing is a long and boxy shape, about 2.5cm thick, with a spring buckle plate on the back, which can be easily attached to the belt, and a removable battery box baffle on the inside.

There is a display screen the size of an index finger on the upper part of the front, and three oval-shaped buttons are spaced underneath.

Simple, grand and high-end!

The brothers had never seen such a small electronic device.

"This prototype has a battery in it," Ding Lun said.

Li Jiankun pressed and held the power button, and soon a blue light lit up on the small screen, and four large simplified Chinese characters appeared: Welcome.

"Good boy! You can really display words!" Zhang Fu's eyes widened, as if he had seen some kind of miracle.

Zhang Gui's face was full of envy. Not to mention its miraculous calling function, he was willing to hang it on his body just because it could display Chinese characters. He kept it and asked everyone who saw it what it was, and then turned it on. Show them the picture, why should they be shocked?

I heard that even high-end computers cannot display Chinese characters.

"B! B!" Just as the startup screen appeared, two crisp sounds came from the machine.

In fact, this is where the name "BB machine" comes from. Of course, Li Jiankun can also make it into another single tone. Maybe it will be called "Dong Dong Machine" in China in this life.

The reason why I haven’t changed is because of my feelings.

The function of this BB machine is quite simple. There is little space for consumers to operate it in their hands, and it is limited to viewing information. After playing with it for a while, Li Jiankun looked at Lin Xinjia and asked: "I have the product, are you sure now?"

Lin Xinjia grinned: "Success is imminent. Their plastic bumps just scream."

Although it has no functions, it is still an epoch-making product.

Li Jiankun put his hands on his hips and smiled, feeling a little proud. Compared with the ones on the market in Hong Kong City, the Chinese-display BB camera in his hand can be said to be a dimensionality reduction blow.

And it’s down to more than one dimension.

No matter who the Hong Kong businessman was first, how could he compete with him?

(End of this chapter)